“Nor did I,” his wife told him. “Perhaps that’s what makes him so mysterious.”
“Then why on earth have him down here?” her husband asked mildly.
“Because Monty’s devoted to him. They were at school together. And also, Michael dear, because I like him and you’ll like him. Even if I am married, love has not made me blind to other charming men.”
“But, shall I like him?” Nora wanted to know.
“I did the minute I met him,” Alice confessed. “He has a sort of ’come hither’ in his eyes and the kind of hair I always want to run my hand through. You will, too, Nora.”
“But you see I’m not a married woman,” Nora retorted, “so I mayn’t have your privileges.”
Alice laughed. “Don’t be absurd. I haven’t done it yet—but I may.”
“I don’t doubt it in the least,” said Michael, contentedly caressing her hand.
“He has such an air,” Mrs. Harrington explained, “sort of secret and wicked. He might be a murderer or something fascinating like that.”
“Splendid fellow for a week-end,” her husband commented.